As I look up to the sky
I sit an' think and wonder why.
Why everything thats good turns sour,
Not even lasting half an hour.
Like babies born, and start to grow,
Changing in ways you'll never know.
Like snowflakes falling, not the same,
Not quite knowing why they came.
Then they melt and run away
Maybe not not to see another day.
 
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